Courtney's pov
Here I sit getting asked questions. "Where were you last night" I reply bored "with billy loomis having a sleep over watching horror movies" "and when he fell asleep?" Dewey asks. "I fell asleep around the same time he did." I reply. "Did he leave that night that you know of?" He asks me. I reply "just to take Sidney's phone call. We were at my house the entire night"
"How are you doing with your family's death?" He asks. God the pig loves to pry. "What does that matter Dewey? I
Didn't kill the jock and cheerleader as you can see." I sit back my feet kicked up. "It seems you have a bit of motive" he replies. "Really? What's that officer doofy" I snark. He gives me a look "days before the murder peoples seen you get into an argument with Casey Becker and her boyfriend?" "So argument equals murder now? Wow! Arrest me" I tell him my arms out. "What did you argue about?" He asks rolling his eyes. "He grabbed my ass. I snapped and she came and accused me of coming onto him. The guy was a douchebag just like 99% of the male population. And she was his little bitch. Not my fault he didn't know what consent was. So yeah I got annoyed." I roll my eyes.
"I got a hold of your therapist. They said you stopped going and there were no notes in your file. They said you refused to talk" he replies "would you want to talk about how you were ready to go eat one second and became an orphan the next? So yeah I stopped going to the therapy I didn't want. Are we done? If you're holding me I'd like my lawyer" I roll my eyes.
"You're the only one with even a little bit of motive" he replies. I scoff "why? Because I didn't want to be sexually assaulted and then harassed by her boyfriend? Anyone would've been mad and defended themself. That's not motive." He asks me "you also stopped going to therapy and are you taking your pills?" "Is stopping therapy sessions a crime officer doofy? Also I'd put those files back. It's a breach of privacy that you do not have a warrant for. I would hate to have to sue the department for that and harassment. I didn't do it. I was with billy. Now either arrest me and I'll call my lawyer or let me go" I reply keeping my cool. He replies "it's Dewey. And you're free to go one last question" as I stand and go to leave and I look back at him "yeah?" "Do you hunt?" He asks. I did. With my dad. No one but Stu and billy know that though. It's how they learned how to cut them up. "It's not my thing. Fake guts I'm cool with. I think I'd be sick if I had to see real ones" I lie. He nods and I leave.
My mouth is covered and I'm pulled into a closet. Billy. I grin and kiss him and he mutters "gotta make this quick" bending me so my chest is at the wall and he drops my pants and his and spreads my ass before spitting on my cunt and standing straight. He covers my mouth tightly and his cock splits me in half making me moan at the pain. He keeps a rough and fast pace "oh fuck you're tight baby." He mutters "you been thinking about me kitten?" My eyes roll back and I move back on him as he makes me weak and takes me apart in a way only he knows how to. He mutters "shh I got you baby cum for me" I moan into his palm as his free hand strokes my clit expertly and I shake from my oncoming orgasm and he curses "fuck baby" and I feel him do the same his cums warmth making me feel whole. He releases me and I turn around and he smiles and we kiss softly.
He mutters "we gotta go" yeah I know. I kiss him again and he asks fixing us both "how'd it go?" "They pulled my therapy file and said I have the most motive because I snapped at them after the asshole grabbed my ass. I threatened to sue them because they didn't have a warrant to do that and Dewey let me go" I reply. He pulls me to his chest his hand on my ass "the prick would still be alive if he didn't lay his hands on you. And she'd still be alive if she wasn't a cunt" I chuckle "their fault" with a shrug and we kiss once more and I peek out of the closet seeing the coast is clear and I leave and head to my locker and eventually he meets back up with me and we head to lunch.
